• sunkyfranky 6w

    The Bane...

    I'd love to plight the road in pieces, than sitting at home with stitches...

    For the crumbling sounds heal the soul, the vibration and the seizure all to gasp the air like a hale...

    The weakness in the foundation wasn't what lead to the collapse, but the feeble arms, the worms eating the stem, biting a bit at a time, ruining it over the years from the inside while it claimed to be strong...

    The rose that weathered, petal to petal it fell, its beauty bleaches, it's fragrance leaches, so are the snitches...

    They build to blame, blame to lame and quench the flame...

    quench his soul...


    ©sunkyfranky